Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

breathe out, breathe in
eyes closed, ohm
describe the moment

a delicate eye
removal of ego
write what is

daily haiku
three line stillness
my morning

haiku ku-ku
kuku haiku
ku hai ku kuku hai

zen is nice
but guts screech
lost poem mojo

where's my fuckin mojo
agony of loss
kinesthetic mourn

Just got home from work, snow every night this week. Saw you posted. this cracked me up. I especially liked the hai-ku-ku verse. And the screech.
Thx, judih.

mojo hojo's and mr tamburine
write what's right
what it is

silent woman
know idea I have
who she is

ester, ruth, beatrice, mary, mother
sylvia or medusa
silent woman in the dark

spiders mate
elephants do it
what it is for what it is
civilized sex is a drag

sorry sister
my morning tea ceremony
my morning pipe

no practice
except twenty years
of staring down mnaz's road

"put me on a highway"
my hands on a keyboard
and mojo me to open text box.

cosmic joy scout jamboree
got my mojo working

cold wet cat sleeks in seeking shelter from the storm
six am central standard usa, day begins at four for me usually

honk if you see a mojo cross the street
honk and make way
mojo's got places to go

love it, judih. mebe the mojo is taking a break at the bar and will return soon stinking and stumbling of gin to crash on the couch and wake up fresh again

optimism! thanks, james

Mojo trompin Joe Btfsplk
My Mojo make him smile
My mojo got rainy day knees


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Judih, hope you find your poesy mojo soon... Still truckin', good one with that
pic of "Joe Sphinx"...